open: the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow boy's butt shaft

[bymyheelies]

For those that care to spend time with Mercutio; they may note that today he is conspicuously hard to find. He is still reeling from the recent news of Romeo's fate at the end of their story, and not entirely sure how to proceed with it. Ideally, at home, he would find some way to take his mind off of pressing matters: spend time with his friends (friend, now, singular) or find someone entertaining to harass about the town and make merry. If he was in a particularly snappish mood he would invariably end up picking a fight with Capulets, one in particular.

That is not the case today. Someone attuned to the general sounds of the mansion might hear a steady sort of thunking noise coming from an out-of-the-way bar. It is there that Mercutio can be found, various bottles of alcohol open at his side. He has clearly been there some time by the looks of it, and is currently engrossed in throwing a small selection of daggers at the wall. Despite his intoxication, he is doing a reasonably good job at it; but judging from the stormy look on his face, he does not entirely wish to be bothered.

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[bymyheelies]

He shrugs. “Fine enough, lady. I hath scars.” Certainly he does, a few of them at least.

[tallyyoungblood]

"Any particularly bubbly ones?" she asks. "I wanna see."

[bymyheelies]

He considers this a moment and shrugs again, unbuttoning his shirt to show her the scar from his duel with Tybalt. It is not so deep as a grave, but it —is certainly deep, though cleanly healed. “Will that suffice?”

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally's cheeks turn pink. "Um, yeah." She gets a little closer to peer at it, but doesn't touch it. "Crim," she says approvingly. "Very bubbly."

[bymyheelies]

He nods and buttons his shirt up most of the way up. “The others are —ah, on my arms and face. Nothing so interesting.”

[tallyyoungblood]

"They still show you have a good story to tell," Tally says, thinking about David telling her the same thing about her scraped-up cheeks from hoverboarding through trees. "That's what's important."

[bymyheelies]

He looks briefly amused. "Ay, perhaps Bacchus might tell me the rest of it one day." He doesn't really want him to; he thinks he's heard enough for now.

[tallyyoungblood]

"I'd rather hear people's stories straight from them, not from some other person in another world retelling them," Tally says. "So maybe sometime you can tell me some stories about your life."

[bymyheelies]

"Ay, mayhap." But not today. He's not in the best of moods, understandably.

[tallyyoungblood]

"Well, um, okay." Tally straightens up. "I'm glad we could talk a little bit."

[bymyheelies]

"Ay." He summons up a small smile for her. "Thank you, my lady."